It wasn’t about the chocolate… (Although over a quarter of that hazelnut torte is already gone. Coconut oil does work for a dairy-free version says I, here, let me make sure again, you want another piece too?)

Good thing I said something to Richard after I posted last night as we headed to bed. About how I’d mentally arranged my morning for picking Michelle up at the airport.

Wait, says he: she’s coming in at night.

What?! (Running and doublechecking the flight.)

Saved me twelve hours of circling. I guess I just really really wanted to see her as soon as I could.

(Ed.  Friday to add: we got home about 12:30 am. She’s home! She’s home!)